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oddity
you came in on a lonely wind
smelling of a man
dirty and odd
still, I stare at you like you are the only one in the room
because in my weird way
I like you just like this
hair messed, mascara smeared, tasting like sex
you are erotism personified
your art is smut
your cunt the canvas where his tongue paints
getting the best of you, the worst of you
you clean yourself in my rain when you feel too dirty
no other explanation needed
smelling of a man
dirty and odd
still, I stare at you like you are the only one in the room
because in my weird way
I like you just like this
hair messed, mascara smeared, tasting like sex
you are erotism personified
your art is smut
your cunt the canvas where his tongue paints
getting the best of you, the worst of you
you clean yourself in my rain when you feel too dirty
no other explanation needed
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